Perfect Timing

One of our favorite things about living in Honiara is all of the amazing people that come to SITAG - both short-term and long-term.  Yesterday, we shared lunch with a young woman who is training as a physical therapist and hopes to work on the mission field one day.  She also happens to be the daughter of one of our colleagues, so while she waits for the ship to go out to her parents' village, she is shadowing some of the physical therapy staff in Honiara's hospital.

Last night, we enjoyed getting to know another young woman who is training for a career in speech therapy but wanted to use her summer to learn more about linguistics and to help a translation team.  As frequently happens, we stayed up way too late visiting and laughing, so this morning our family (okay, it was really just me) got off to a slow start.

I had already made the dough (you can put it in the fridge for up to 24 hours) for cinnamon rolls from my new favorite cookbook, but by the time the dough finished rising and the rolls came out of the oven, our breakfast had turned into more of a brunch.  I sent Sarah with a plate of hot cinnamon rolls to a colleague's house to share, but she returned with a full plate saying that nobody came to the gate.  Disappointed, we began to clean up the kitchen, when suddenly, one of the kids said, "There's mamam David!"  Sure enough, Eileen's husband David was sitting on our porch! 

What had begun as a frustratingly slow morning turned into chance to share hot cinnamon rolls with David and Eileen (still at her brother's house) who had come into Honiara for her to go to the doctor.  They are planning to head back to Marulaon Sunday on the Bikoi and needed some help to pay the Bikoi fare.  We were thrilled that we were able to send David back down the hill with fresh cinnamon rolls and some money.  God's timing is always so perfect.